Scout could never sit or stand still for long, even as a baby he would always be moving. Some moments like during classes in high school or at a fancy restaurant with his brothers and his ma, he'd always be moving. Kicking his legs, rubbing his fingers together. Just. . .moving.

The long bus trip back to his hometown of Boston was one of those moments. He fidgeted in the seat he shared with Miss Pauling, switching his gaze from the outside to Miss Pauling's face and back again. When Miss Pauling saw him looking, she gave him a reassuring smile which helped calm his nervousness some.

After the meeting with Helen was over, Pauling found Scout in his room, just finishing up a phone call. He told his mom everything and though she sounded weaker than usual, he could tell she was happy. Pauling then told him that the Administrator was letting her and him go to help his mom, but she left out the "losing her job" part as she didn't want him to worry about her right now. So here they were, on a bus headed for Scout's mom. They didn't bring Medic with them for this first visit as they figured the hospital wasn't going to let seemingly senile man who claimed to be a doctor, despite never going to medical school, to heal a cancer patient with a "healing beam" as Pauling was sure they'd seem crazy and be kicked out real quick. Besides them, the only passenger was an old homeless guy, sleeping in one of the front seats. The bus trip was going to take a while, so Scout and Miss Pauling decided to make small talk to pass the time.

Scout was up for talking about anything, especially if it involved him.

Scout laughed a bit too loud as he was talking, "Oh! This one time during a match, I was able to kill the BLU Sniper a dozen times before the round ended. Man, was he pissed after that!"

Miss Pauling couldn't help, but laugh with Scout, "Ha! I bet."

"So tell me something crazy you did."

"Remember that time we fought the huge bread monster? That was probably the craziest and most fun thing I ever did, even if it did cost me my one day off. And that's really it. Besides, you know, killing and burying witnesses to your guy's crimes."

Scout chuckled and gazed out the window, "Yea, man. We kill a lot of people, huh?"

Pauling nodded and sighed, "We sure do."

X X X

The sky had darkened and everything around was quiet when the bus dropped Miss Pauling and Scout at the hospital. Scout stared up at the immense building before pointing towards one of the floors at the top.

"My Ma's room is on that floor."

"What are you going to tell her? I mean does she know what you really do for a living?"

Scout shook his head and started to walk towards the entrance, "No, I told her I worked for some big shipping company. Didn't need her to worry about me getting killed every day."

Scout pulled the door open and stepped inside the brightly lit lobby area. There was a receptionist area in the front with several hallways and rooms around the lobby, branching off into different parts of the hospital. Scout quickly fixed his hair and walked, with what could be described as swagger, towards the young lady working away at her computer. When she saw him, even Miss Pauling could tell she was less than impressed with this 20-something old guy walking around like he owned the place.

"Can I help you. . .sir?"

Scout leaned against the desk and grinned, "I'm sure you can, babe. I need to see the patient in room HL3 please."

The woman's annoyance only increased when he called her babe and Miss Pauling gave her a look of sympathy. The clerk quickly typed something on her computer and then looked back at Scout, whose grin never left his face.

"The room is opened now. You can take the elevator up if you'd like."

"Wonderful! Thanks, beautiful."

The clerk looked like she was going to scream at him, but Pauling quickly pulled him away and basically dragged him to the elevator. Scout pressed one of the buttons and the doors slid closed. Soft elevator music started to play for a moment and then abruptly stopped as the doors opened back up, revealing the darkened hallway of the top floor. Scout and Miss Pauling walked down the hall, glancing at room numbers until they found the one Scout's mom was in. Scout suddenly felt worried, scared even, as his hand grasped the doorknob.

He hadn't seen his mom in a couple of months since she was diagnosed and put in the ER. Would she still look the same? Her hair could be gone, she could be decaying and dying as he stood there. Maybe she'd be so consumed by cancer, she wouldn't be able to recognize her own son. Scout suddenly felt tears brimmed in his eyes as he tried to stop these unpleasant thoughts that flooded his mind. He quickly wiped his eyes to avoid Miss Pauling seeing him cry, but he knew by the look on her face that she had already seen. She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

"Hey. . .it'll be okay."

Scout nodded and took a couple deep breathes before muttering, "Okay, okay. Here we go." and opening the door to the room. There wasn't much in the room except for a few chairs against the far wall and a bed for the patient against the opposite wall. Scout's mom was in the bed and when she saw Scout, she gave a weak smile.

"Jeremy, you made it. Sit down so we can talk."

Scout pulled the chair from the other side of the room and sat next to his mom's side. She looked mostly the same since Scout last saw her, only really looking more thin than usual. Pauling stood awkwardly by the door, unsure if she should sit by Scout with his mother. Scout saw this and nodded, silently telling her it was okay to come over, so she grabbed the other chair and sat down.

"Ma, this is my friend. Miss Pauling."

Scout's mom looked to the young woman and gave her a warm smile, 'Hi, dear."

"Hello, Ma'am."

"Jeremy already told me on the phone what you did. How you found someone he works with who can help me. Somehow anyway."

Miss Pauling nodded, "Yes, this man is a miracle worker. He could bring people back to life if he wanted to."

"I can't wait to meet him then."

Miss Pauling was about to say something when there was a knock at the door, causing them to quiet down and stare at the door. Figuring it was a doctor or a nurse, Scout got up and opened the door. But it wasn't the doctor or one of the nurses.

It was the homeless guy from the bus.

"Hey, you're that old dude from earlier! Are you following us, why are you-"

The man ignored Scout and pushed past him towards Scout's mom. Scout whirled around and was about to strike the man when his mom spoke up.

"Jeremy, honey. Stop that."

"Why? What's this old creep doing here, Ma?"

Scout's mom looked away before sighing, "Hon, that old creep. . .is your dad."

Scout's heart dropped into his stomach as what his mom said registered inside his brain, "What?"

Suddenly the old man went up in smoke like he just suddenly caught on fire with no flames. Then the old man's features and clothes changed until a man in a red ski mask, matching the suit he wore.

It was Spy.

Scout's mom sat up a bit, and looked away from Spy and back to Scout.

"I knew what you really did for work. I always knew you were risking your life for money and everything. But I knew you'd be safe cause you had your dad watching over you."

Scout was still in shock, but was able to choke out a few more words, "You mean. . ."

Scout's ma nodded and looked away.

"Spy's your real father."